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He had twelve or thirteen people with him who seemed to be his companions in jollity, but who did not partake of his irritation. He offered to resent personally anything Mr. Davis might say. The excitement became intense. The office was in one corner of a large, unfurnished room. News of the disturbance was brought to me, and I went into the room. The excitement was at its highest pitch. A rough man sitting on a barrel said to a negro near him, Tell that lady she need not be uneasy, Jeff Davis ain't afraid. He will make his speech. Mr. Davis proceeded at once to make the address for which the crowd called, and his audience closed around him with expressions of affectionate respect. The disturber of the peace was hustled out. The interruption lasted about ten minutes. Much has been made of this scene, but it was merely the vagary of a drunken man, for which his brother apologized. As soon as we reached Mississippi, man after man boarded the train and accompanied us to Jac
advice, relieved me; and I have thanked God nightly for your brave humanity. Though I ate, slept, and lived in my room, rarely or never going out in the day, and only walking out late at night, with Robert for protection, I could not keep my little ones so closely confined. Little Jeff and Billy went out on the street to play, and there Jeff was constantly told that he was rich; that his father had stolen eight millions, etc. Little two-year-old Billy was taught to sing, We'll hang Jeff Davis on a sour apple-tree, by giving him a reward when he did so. The little thing finally told me one day, You thinks I'se somebody; so is you; so is father; but you is not; so is not any of us but me. I am a Yankee every time. The rough soldiers, doubtless, meant to be kind, but such things wounded me to the quick. They took him and made him snatch apples off the stalls, if Robert lost sight of him for a moment. Finally, two women from Maine contemplated whipping him, because they fou